As I write this, the last hour of October is already half gone. I can feel the ominous chill foretelling the midnight dawn of November. Soon, the insanity will wake before I even lay to rest. For the next month I will reside in a dark place, a place governed solely by words. Scribbled on the walls, the floors, the tables, everywhere.
For those who haven’t gathered yet, I’m talking about NaNoWriMo! Yes, it is thither that I will reside for the next month. If by some strange happenstance I appear here, rest assured that it will be in the form of some irrecognizable monstrosity. But as my last vestiges of sanity abandon me, I’ll wish good luck to my comrades-at-arms, some of whom are already lost in the Novembrance, Ishana, Thaumaturgist, and Ralph/Emitar. Good luck, friends, and safe passage! But now the sands tick away, and the darkness calls to me. Down, downward I fly. Down, downward I fall.
It is October, ladies and gentleman. Do you know what that means? Anyone, anyone at all? Fine, spoil my fun. Turkey and hallows aside, October is the envoy of November. Now, to the layman November is a fairly inconsequential month, wedged as it is betwixt Halloween and the various religious holidays of December. But to the literary Illuminati, November is much more than that. Forsooth, it is the time of National Novel Writing Month, appended to the more wieldly NaNoWriMo. 30 days, 50 000 words is the name of this game. As anyone who checks my blog during week-long droughts may have noticed, a NaNo participant badge has appeared in the sidebar. Not only does it have a monkey (which car commercials tell me is a selling point?), but I set this badge to link to my Author page instead of just the main page like last year.
On that note, this is my second year of NaNoWriMo, following a failed, 20 013-word attempt last year and an instance the year before in which I signed up and then wrote 0 words so I don’t really consider it to count. But this year, I’m going to try to go all the way. Shoot for the moon, and then fall short and suffocate in space. IN SPACE, people. It’s gonna be awesome. I would link to a post from when I was attempting it last year, but my blog archives tell me that I made no posts in November ’09, and a single post on each of October and December. Basically what I’m saying is that the droughts around here may intensify. Stay out of the sun, and lie down if you get too dizzy.
One of the things I tried last year, which I think helped my ultimately doomed attempt at writing a novel, was to get other people to write their own novels, so that I would feel pressure to complete my own. In the end, one of my recruits accomplished what I could not, but she’s crazy smart and organized so I’m not really surprised. I hope to see many of the same people again this year(you can see them on the ‘Writing Buddies’ list on my Author page). In addition, my recent acquaintance Thaumaturgist seems to have made an admirably proactive move and decided to novel outside of the designated month of November. Ryan also seems like the type to partake in this, if he isn’t too busy. I was intrigued as to what Matsu might write, but she told me that she likes art more than writing. I’m pretty sure that covers all the people that comment with any frequency on here lately, and most of anyone who has ever commented. Yay, comments!
As for the novel itself, I have a few ideas. I was originally considering rebuilding my novel from last year from the ground up (as Thaumaturgist has sadly had to do with her entire novel), but I have found of late that the pieces of a new idea have been quite swiftly coming together in my mind. An old idea, actually, but one that had long been content to live as a mere conceptualization rather than a robust world of its own. Although I have no idea why my long-dry well of writing ideas has so abruptly sprung forth anew, I am far more content to drink of its inspiration than I am to look a gift horse in the mouth. If I feel like it, I may add pages here about my previous idea and about my current one. Heck, if I’m feeling really into it, I may bring forth some of the short stories that led to the first novel which were posted here before I damned them to oblivion in fear of their safety. We’ll see, readers. Anyway, ’till next time!
Man, I was really feeling writerish today. Illuminati, forsooth, robust? It feels good to get back into this. Also, the first paragraph is kind of colorful. You can blame Thaumaturgist for making me realize that colors and fonts can be played with in a blog post.